An assortment is when I take shorter pieces of worldbulilding, usually responses to prompts, and collect them in one post.
What’s in the buried tome?
About a year ago some of our boys were digging in the sand near the city. I was there too. We didn’t know what we were about to find. At first it just looked like a bunch of torn paper. We figured, it used to be some kind of book before the war. The colors were all washed out but the images were somewhat recognizable. It had peeps on ’em. Naked peeps. We hadn’t seen anything like that before.
Not that we didn’t know what naked folk looked like, it’s just, they looked different. They had these chest bumps and smooth. They also had no peeners. Yet, everyone I knew had one of dem peeners. Small for the lil’ ones, big for the ol’ ones.
We brought the book to Ol’ Bick. He said he needed some time to study the book and sent all of us out of his tent. He didn’t come out till night. At the campfire he said that this book was not the only one out there. He said that the next morning we will go back to the city and look for more of these.
Later that night I asked him about the people in the books, as he lived before the war. He called’em “women”. He said half the boys back then looked like that. You needed’em to make more boys. But half of those boys were also women. It’s weird. You also had to use your peener for making new boys. We only have the clone machine for that.
She stands at the height of half a dozen men
The Godwomb of the forest tribes is a female giant, revered as a living deity. She stands at the height of half a dozen men. Her skin green, her hips wide and her appetite boundless. She is the only woman in the whole forest, and all men, living in the forest, belong to her. All children in the forest are born from the Godwomb, but girls are eaten by the goddess immediately after birth.
Only the strongest and smartest men may impregnate the Godwomb. There are numerous tales about men tricking, charming fighting the Godwomb to earn the right to procreate. Or stories about outsiders, lost in the woods, forced to lay with the goddess.
Thanks to giants’ unique biology, all children, fathered by a human, are born human. As she is the only giant in the forest, the Godwomb’s children are all human. These pregnancies usually last 3-4 months, producing 5-6 children.
The Roasted Boar
The Roasted Boar is an inn in the middle of a thick forest, somewhere along a busy trade route. Every day at least one boar is roasted here. It’s been like this for a long time. The surrounding woods are teeming with game so the hunters living here never have a bad hunt. Whoever offers their kill to the inn gets the beast’s weight in mead to drink for that night.
The inn is run by old Gunmar and his family. His oldest daughter, the beautiful Elma is someone a lot of man would like to marry. Gunmar tells everyone the same thing. Whoever can bring an animal that weighs more than him, his wife and his five children, will earn his daughter’s hand in marriage. No man could beat the challenge so far. What’s even more concerning, there’s been sightings of a dire bear in the woods recently…
Gunmar is a beast of a man. What if it’s him in a bear pelt, trying to dispose of a particularly skilled hunter? I mean, Elma has seen thirty springs already. Maybe Gunter just doesn’t want to let her daughter go. That’s the only thing that remained from her first wife. A woman who turned out to be an immortal monster. One of those fey creatures. That would explain why Elma still looks so youthful, childlike even, in her thirties.
